Job...was spiralling as the now oversized (at least 50 feet tall in comparison to him, maybe more?) Imp smiled down at him, the size was jarring of course but the main thing was...
He's dead. Like...full on, went to hell, not getting back up dead... You really think an 18 year old, even with the life Job had, ever took the time to come to terms with there own mortality? Because I assure you, he did not. He was on the brink of a full on panic attack...
Right as a gigantic, thick and surprisingly versatile forked tail wrapped its way around him like a python and brought him upwards towards Millie's face while the Imp chuckled. "Let me get a good look at ya, I honestly wasn't expecting this whole Soul Deal thing to work... Moxxie is gonna love this"
"...W-who?" Job had, thankfully, been snapped out of his spiral between the jarring, sudden increase in elevation, and the larger demon actually speaking to him so he had something else to focus on.
"Oh, right I never...mentioned him when you summoned me. Moxxie, my husband. He was real spooked when I got summoned by ya actually" She rubs her chin as she talked, leaving Job stuck dangling in the air from her tail. "Was kinda pissed when I first told him, but he calmed down pretty quick when I explained it was a goof up on your part and weren't trying ta nab an imp or spook em. He'll wanna meet you, especially if I'm gonna be keeping ya as a pet now and all"
"W-wait, what?" Job fully snaps out of the daze right as Millie says this. "I-I'm not a pet!"
"Hey, I own you, remember?" The tail suddenly pulled together around him, squeezing him quite tightly. "And its not like I'd be able ta use ya for much else. Besides, I assure ya, there are way, way worse things that could happen to ya when you're that small in literally hell. If I just turn ya lose to ya own devices you'd end up somebodies bitch in less than a minute" Millie kept him hanging in the air as she spoke. It would probably be best to get this little...conversation out of the way before he was down here too long. Don't want him to get any wrong ideas about how life is gonna for him down here.
"B-but...but"
"Job, sugar, you are my pet. Period. Non-negotiable point right there." She loosened the grip from the tail. "The only thing you really got a say in right now is whether your a nice, lil pet who's momma treats him well~" And the grip suddenly tightens again. Gotta scare him so he doesn't try running off, lil guy wouldn't last long on his own and...Well, she doesn't know she guess she'd feel responsible. "Or a naughty, rude lil pet who argues with his momma and gets...punished"
"R-right...um..." Job was starting to turn red as he was squeezed. "I-I...I guess I can d-deal with being a pet? But...please tell me I don't have to call you momma?"
"Heh, not if you don't want to, I guess." She shrugs "Just don't expect me to stop calling myself your momma~"
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